Quick update, YEY! Ehem…
Round 2.
After the horrid events of the wooden door, Crimson was keeping quite a low profile, Albel was constantly smirking at his victory, and the sword was getting more and more annoyed.
One day, the pair was training, again, and Albel was swinging it wrongly, again, but Crimson was keeping its mouth shut, until, "Soooo, done anything interesting lately?" There was no answer from the swordsman, so after a minute or two, Crimson tried again, louder this time, "SOOO Done anything interesting lately?" Again, no answer, now the sword was getting a bit pissed off, it was only trying to make general conversation after all, "Oh, come on! I'm trying to make good conversation!" Albel growled,
"Look, you are a sword, you shouldn't even be talking, so just… stop." The sword grinned (if it had a mouth)
"Well, if I shouldn't talk, why can you hear me, and why did you answer?" Albel ignored it, "First sign of madness… talking to yourself…" Albel snapped. He flung the sword to the ground, and yelled,
"Go do Fayt!"
"No, that's your job." Albel positively screamed,
"Go do Mirage!"
"Ewww, no way, GO DO NEL!"
"…………" There was silence, and the sword detected a little flush creeping up Albel's face.
"Albel, do you……" Albel interrupted,
"Do I what?"
"Do you… fancy Nel." Albel raised an eyebrow,
"What! The Aquarian wrech, you're crazy, I… I, don't..." The sword gave a small chuckle that ended up as a booming laugh,
"Ha ha ha! Albel and Nell sitting in a tree!" Albel was chasing the sword round the arena, looking like a crazed chicken on speed, "Doing what they shouldn't be!" Albel growled and leapt on the blade, succeeding in nothing but getting a large cut across his chest, "First comes love!"
"Don't say it!"
"Then comes marriage!"
"If you dare!"
"Then comes the baby in the golden carriage!" Albel roared and grasped the handle of the blade, pulling it inches from his face,
"If you ever mention this again, I will remove your reason for being a sword."
"And if you aren't nicer to me, I'll remove your reason for being called a man!" Albel's eyes widened and he sheathed the sword, and stormed back into the inn.
Score.
Albel: 1
Crimson: 1.
Sorry it's so short, but I was rushed, ok, I might do this again, tell me if I should, ok?
